Gu Qiaoqiao wasn't worried yet; Qin Yize was the first one to be concerned.
At this point, the backpack had already been taken down by Gu Qiaoqiao and placed under the rain shelter.
The painting was in the backpack.
Gu Qiaoqiao knew that Qin Yize was worried that the weather would get darker and more humid soon, making her uncomfortable. He hoped she would enter the painting for a good rest, but she didn't want to leave Qin Yize alone outside.
Her eyes smiled at Qin Yize, "If I go into the painting, will you be here alone?"
"Yes, I'll be here alone. Don't worry, I will certainly ensure this painting is perfectly safe."
"But wouldn't you be very bored alone?"
"But the current environment isn't good. I can't bear you suffering."
As he said this, Qin Yize reached out his hand, gently rubbed his wife's hair, and said tenderly, "Look, there's not even a hot meal here."
